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Saturday, September 29, 2012

Mourning Into Dancing

I've been asked to speak again. I'm always a bit humbled, but the humility gets a bit overshaddowed with the pride and honor. So, as I prepare to share, pondering just what part of our story is worthy of sharing becomes a delima. Is it the part where we've overcome dread and anxiety most of the time, or the way we've managed to merge our lives with Ubaldo's, or how we've turned our living room into a bedroom, or how Jed just keeps on keeping on with a remarkable attitude?

After living with this story for three and a half years, I start to believe there is nothing at all remarkable about it. We're just living the life we've been given to live.

The remarkable is not who we are, but who God is in us.

Mourning takes it's toll. Grieving and anxiety are friends of the pitiful.

Dancing doesn't take at all. Dancing gives. Dancing spins and dreams and believes. Dancing flows. And even though I fall into friendship with mourning at times, I am a dancer in my heart.
Jed too. We fall deep into grief and mourning at times. Sometimes it gets ugly and desparate, but then we are reminded by a moonbeam or a smile or a birdsong or someone's gentle love, that we are believers. We're believers in a better tomorrow, a beautiful now. We believe that God is in us and we in Him. That's when our mourning turns into dancing, our weeping into laughter, our anxiety into faith.